Imagine If You Will…
A young man staring at a blank creamy white color wall right behind his bed. In his hand, an ice axe. Cool blue handle with swirling hues of black. A veritable symbol of mountaineering.
He gets on the bed and places the ice axe on the wall. A nail is already there and holds the ice axe up exactly as the man wants.
He steps back off the bed. Folds his arms and tilts his head, eyeing the effect. He notices that the head of the ice axe would exist right above his pillow. He imagines it falling in the middle of the night; its pointed pick going cleanly through his skull.
He gets back on the bed and flips the ice axe. Steps back again and as he does so, the ice axe falls off the wall and the spike at the end of the handle lands precisely in the middle of his pillow.
He mutters to himself, "Perhaps not..."
He gets on the bed and places the ice axe on the wall. A nail is already there and holds the ice axe up exactly as the man wants.
He steps back off the bed. Folds his arms and tilts his head, eyeing the effect. He notices that the head of the ice axe would exist right above his pillow. He imagines it falling in the middle of the night; its pointed pick going cleanly through his skull.
He gets back on the bed and flips the ice axe. Steps back again and as he does so, the ice axe falls off the wall and the spike at the end of the handle lands precisely in the middle of his pillow.
He mutters to himself, "Perhaps not..."
– Tuesday, 2008 May 06 @ 5:17 PM | 4 Comments -